You watched the low flying clouds as crimson blood cascaded your thongsisn't this what you wanted mama? To see me as a mass of lacerated flesh...Yet mama... Still you weren't satisfied...You later trashed me and covered my putrid cadaver with smelly earthamidst the stray moonlight of stinking smell of garbages

no requiems nor dirges for a life so transient...no flowers at my feet funeral marches nor scent of burning candles..On that vague dizzying tragic night...Witnessed by mere faint star and somber moonlight...The melancholic evening the tragedy was marked...

Now mama are you happy for my death?

I wrote this poem during my High School days, it was published in our school paper back when I was a Feature Editor of our school. It feels nostalgic when I reminisce my days as a student writer... Somehow I hope this literary work would influence readers, and depict a clear message to be pro life as always.